Sometimes

The street talks to me sometimes
He complains about the weight of the buildings
The way they make him stay in form
He does not like the way cars use him
Unable to speak back
Sighing under the feet of people
But the street can not move
Without the shift of buildings
He feels the weight that keeps
The street still
He says he smells the food
That he can not have
He hears the children play
But can not join
And sometimes he tells me
He wishes he were a building
Just for the air